Bestseller Lists Make Me Want to Cry

So, I was looking through the many many bestseller lists on the NYTimes website. [Can we just have one bestseller list?] It always makes me melancholy to see the kind of crap people are reading. Or more importantly, the kind of crap people are continually reading, week after goddamn week.
Case in point:
These are the Paperback Non-Fiction Bestsellers. All I can say is I feel sorry for the authors of Three Cups of Tea for being the meat of that crap sandwich they are in. First of all, Glenn Beck is an ass. I don't care what your political backgrounds are, that guy is just a jackass. It's depressing that people believe that this guy has any political gravitas and buy into the hatred that he spews. Although, I am just saying that based on what I've heard him say, and I haven't actually read any of his books. Maybe he is actually a logical, decent being in writing...

Now, let's move on to the colossal douchebag that is Tucker Max. I mean, do we even need to discuss it when he has a name like that? Why doesn't he just change it to Turdy McDouche? I actually have read a bit of that book. And it's essentially a glorified 30 year old frat guy talking about being an alcoholic misogynist and LOVING IT! Yay for sexism!

I know nothing about Three Cups of Tea, but just the short description makes it seem sort of bestseller worthy. However, it's hard for me to praise one possibly good book being on the bestseller list when its surrounded by stuff that sucks. It's like one piece of chocolate in a pile of crap... you can't really tell it apart and the overall smell is pretty horrendous.

For shame, book buyers. FOR SHAME.